Page 52 of Preying Game

He dragged in a breath and let it out before leading her through a door to a bedroom that was about the same size as the living room. When he switched on a bedside lamp, she saw that his bed was wide, with a spread carelessly pulled up. A chair in one corner was piled with clothes he’d worn.

“Sorry it’s not neater.”

“It’s fine.”

Not sure exactly what to do next, she sat down on the edge of the mattress and kicked off her shoes. Then she decided to pull off her jeans. She was about to toss them on the floor when she remembered they had something she needed.

“Rachel told me to use a condom,” she said as she fumbled in the right front pocket and pulled out the packets.

He made a low sound. “You talked about this?”

“Not much. But I told her I wanted to be with you, and she said we should be responsible.”

She handed him the packets, which he put on the night table. She gave them a quick look before pulling off the jeans and slipping under the covers, leaving space beside her. He turned the light down to a lower setting, then pulled his tee shirt over his head. Although he kicked off his shoes, he kept his jeans on as he slipped under the covers beside her.

“I’ve got a shirt and you’ve got pants,” she said, then felt like it was a dumb comment.

“Not for long.” He folded her into his arms, and she snuggled against his broad chest.

He rolled to his side, kissing her again, playing with her mouth as his hands began to stroke her back, her ribs, the curve of her hip. His touch was light, but it felt like his fingers were trailing fire down her sensitized skin.

She didn’t want to be a passive lover. She flattened her hand against his chest, feeling his heart beating and loving the texture of his masculine skin and the hair spreading out in a wide pattern. When her hand brushed his nipple, he caught his breath.

“Is that okay?”

“Oh yeah. I can show you.” Sweeping the covers aside, he helped her to a sitting position, then eased the knit shirt over her head. As he lay her back down, he dipped his finger into the top edge of her bra, playing with her breasts, stroking downward. Her nipples tightened, and when he finally touched one, she felt a jolt of sensation. Bending over, he pressed his lips against the other peak, using his mouth on her through the thin fabric of her bra.

“Oh!”

Reaching behind her, she unfastened the hooks, then pulled the bra away.

As he stared down at her, she held her breath. Would he think her breasts were too small?

“You’re so pretty.”

“I want to be. For you.”

“You’re perfect. Just right for my hands.”

He cupped both breasts, stroking sensually, then drew circles around her nipples, making them rise to rigid nubs, as the circles drew inward. And when he finally brushed his fingers against their sides, she couldn’t hold back an exclamation.

“That’s so good.”

“God, yes. I love the way you respond to me.”

“How?”

He grinned. “With heat.”

“Yes, heat.” As he gathered her close, kissing and caressing her, she felt her whole body flame. She had made out with guys, but they had never made her feel like this. Nobody had been this experienced—or as focused on giving her pleasure.

He watched her face as one of his hands slid down her body, into her panties, winnowing through the triangle of hair at the juncture of her legs before slipping into the folds of her sex. They were swollen and slick and exquisitely sensitive.

He stroked down to her vagina, dipping inside as he had before, then up to her clitoris, and she raised her hips into the caress.

“I touched you like this when I was a ghost. I wanted to give you as much pleasure as I could. ”

“You did.”

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